The day of nothing (a.k.a a real day)

Wow, what a day! Well, not really. I wish I had more interesting things to say, but this is one of the few days that didn't seem to have big or noticable events to document. Not sure if it's that we're becoming accustomed to our environment or it was just a regular day -- probably a lot of both. There's so much activity going on and things to choose from that I feel myself desensitizing to it, or I'm just exhausted from the level of effort. My list of things to see is growing short and I find myself longing for a good hike or day on the slopes. Parks provide some outlet, but I'm probably getting a little bit grumpy from the lack of concentrated exercise (walking only sort of counts).

We did have a wonderful lunch down in Tribeca. The film festival starts down here this week and you can feel the energy growing. There's people all around and celebrity sightings aplenty. We considered trying to volunteer for the festival, but apparently the 2000 volunteer slots filled in just a few days. In New York everyone seems to be a legend in their own mind and I imagine volunteering simply provides the opportunity for the big break. Honestly, this has got to be the easiest place to be a celebrity. The city's proletariat would never lower themselves to acknowledge anyone famous -- everyone seems to have the belief that they are the ones to be stared at!

After many many forays around the city we recognize things almost everywhere we go and find ourselves having to actively seek out new streets. Every corner brings out some familarity and now we just seem to be linking obscure side paths, especially in the neighborhoods south of our apartment. Though I know I should be interested in browsing all the unique shops I find myself ignoring most and only being tempted by the most interesting. Searching for clothes has become quick and fun and I can tell if I'm going to like a store the second I walk into it. I've been searching for another wedding ring too, but having very little luck -- most everything is junk and I'm confident that I would get ripped off if I tried to get something relatively expensive. This may be an item better found in Midtown.

We did enjoy a beautiful sunset over the Hudson River after a nice happy hour of margaritas and nachos. The Hudson river path was bustling with after-work activity and though I tried not to make fun of people it proves a very tempting pastime. Though we tried to find something compelling to do afterwards, Tuesday nights seem to be the quietest in the city. I would've pushed it, but Laurie is more discerning of her time so we wisely had a quiet evening at home. Just a regular day.